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Where you go
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
What is it with the skintight strokes? like he knows, his hands are easy like they’ve never done anything else and you don’t..
good hair
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
one day it will be discoveredthat the top of the head requiressporadic, rigorous physical stimulation(such as implemented with the hitting hand ..
Writer/holding down a job
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
T.S. Eliot could as a clerk, so can I twine verse/press release
The mantra of toys
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
doing nothing’s hard (counting beads if nothing else) like falling asleep.
church service
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
can envelopes bless? indeed, money spent in god’s house is money well spent.
Navel breath
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
breathing in the garden crows biker amongst themselves there’s room for me here
dar es salaam
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
Bongo for brain, drum conundrum of dusty heat rising to get out.
Orange juice that hung low
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
now glassed with lemongrass it hung close to the ground just this afternoon.
Reading e.e cummings
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
Reading e.e cummings makes me feel a total retard, like a happy weaving wife witnessing the genius spider at dusk spinning ..
The Matrix
A Poem by
xeroxcandybar
Let’s loop between reality and simulation until we recognize the banality of clinging to either dimension. ..
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